No, I didn’t forget about you… I’ve been busy, baby. I promise, I wish I was with you the whole time. Don’t be like that. I’ll make it up to you, I swear…

We moved this weekend. I now live in Los Angeles in a beautiful spanich home with no cable or internet. Soon though, and then the blogging will really kicki in. I owe you a gallery of the house and of the move, so that’ll be on it’s way first.

Next item: we have no furniture. We have no couch, no coffee table, no tv stand or entertainment-whatever for the television we do not own. We have no dining room table and no dining room chairs. We don’t own a computer desk, an office chair, some functional storage and a fancy plastic chair mat. Our mattress is on the floor where our bed frame would be, and our clothes are in piles because we have no dresser or bedstands.

And so we go to IKEA, because we’re poor and that’s what poor people do. We also go to West Elm because we’re snotty and metro, but also poor, and that’s what snotty, metro people do when they can’t afford better. We’re hoping that when the weekend rolls around we’ll have taken care of some of the furniture, but there’s still no couch in our future. Looks like Juice will have to sleep on the floor when he comes to stay with us on Friday.

And so it goes…